Best Injury Poems

I was a valued, vaunted veterinarian, maintaining health for animals I loved,
As a rainbow sparkled rich colors, from the moment peach sunshine shoved.

I was dedicated to such adorable patients, and they soon responded in kind;
Like the sameness march of each season, as a vivid parade of years unwinds.

Treating wounds and prescribing medicine or surgeries, filled...

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First grade, pelted with eggs
  Second grade, broke both legs
Third grade, fell down the stairs
  Fourth grade, clawed by a bear

Fifth grade, ran into a tree
  Sixth grade, twisted a knee
Seventh grade, concussed my head
  Eighth grade, fell out of bed

Ninth grade, had meningitis  
  Tenth grade, appendicitis
Eleventh grade,...

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A pyromaniac named Jack,
Who hailed from the town of Hackensack,
Decided one day, 
with matches he’d play
He’s a mummy now, flat on his back!
...

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KLOMM!!!

...Broken now.

I can change it!
That Daniel Amen
Says so...
I can change it!

...Plasticity!

OW!!!

(That's all I can take,
My Brain Hurts)


Date Written:  January 2, 2019
For:  Brainy Brevity Poetry Contest
Sponsor:  Maureen McGreavy...

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I run my hand across my wrist,
The rough scars feel normal under my fingers,
But to anyone else, they would be foreign.
I was a fighter, I had to be,
But everything has its consequences.
Running the blade across my own wrist was mine,
It was the only way for me to feel something.
Since I was small I was forced...

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~~**This poem is super long, but it took me hours to write. I hope you all enjoy reading this as I have enjoyed writing it wholeheartedly.**~~

Awful anger expressed in verses
Didn’t give me blessings, but curses
I’m genuinely depressed for letting you down all year round
Don’t wanna be candidly blind like a sick, wandering hound 

Happiness is...

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Well how do you do, my name is Jack
Brain's still working but it's got a big crack
It's a World War II injury
Watching the war on TV
Munching on chips put my back outta whack


© Jack Ellison 2015...

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Well how do you do, my name is Jack
Brain's still working but it's developed a crack
It's a World War II injury
While watching it on TV
Munching on chips put my back outta whack...

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her cold crimson corpse

into the heart that loved him . . .

he now twists the knife


Written 4/9/15 by Andrea Dietrich
For the Get Your Senryu On Poetry Contest of Judy Konos...

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as I lay beneath the twillight 
of my perpetrual youth 
why under a knights cloak 
I'd withered very quickly 

saddled beyond self an unconscious 
metaphor idealistically reaching for 
melancholy congressional desires 
morbid meetings of the mind

I could only invision
through dark windows
in my head I'd drifted
calmly into madness into a sheer

sleep state of awareness 
a rapture...

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someone asked her what she was looking at
as she stood in front of the large picture window in the kitchen
in the abode where she presently resided---
the question came aloud from another room,
as if the questioner was busy themselves & only in passing
did they see the girl standing
with eyes focused,
arms at her sides,
as if in a...

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My face tells me nothing. Not nothing but nothing useful, the
complications of ageing humorously but not exactly how to avoid
injury.

Permanent injury is a now popular cliché. At this age any injury
could result in pneumonia, pain in bitterness for your peers,
your jury.

What a headache I have! And never forget injury provokes
at best only pity. Friends are...

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it would have been an injury to them both
to attempt a description,
to bring what it was that compelled the girl to silence
(if she had not chose silence beforehand---one outside can never be sure)
to formulate an image, to dispel some kind of physical qualities verbally
which to the person outside
might have made some impression upon them,
because that...

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I was a young man at the age of nineteen
When I was sent to a country on the other side of the world that I had never seen. 


I was trained as an infantry soldier
With an M-16 rifle on my back;
And given an M-79 grenade launcher
In case of enemy ambush or attack. 

Along with my...

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I wound myself
Blood dripping
From tears
I cannot control

Misfortune falls
Upon my every step
Crashing to my knees
Now shattered

Limp arms
Grasping for a hand
Too scared
To save a life

Fearful of all
Desiring rest
Just death
Eternal peace...

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